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I felt it!
So cool to see the process of #MOTH being assembled by Sara at @the-ethelzine.bsky.social
Pre-orders available here:
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Reaching for the trap beneath the sink I touch the body of a dead mouse I sip a glass of coffee at a crossroad at dawn I used to think I knew how to write a poem all of us know how to die Making lists I need new work pants but I'll duct tape my boot together Late-afternoon winter-light fading hawk spiraling slowly fieldward It is Thursday afternoon Dear Vallejo - There's a river of dead saints levitating in your name The snow the sound of snow & the bells Ringing the air Playing chess in the village square snow on the chessboard I dreamt of oatmeal and blueberries last night this morning Hard bread and a thin slice of cheese
Jon Cone’s THE MENDICANT FELL BY THE STONE FENCE AT THE HERMITAGE CALLED AURORA is now available for pre-order.
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Printing and cutting pages and moth bits for Eleanor Holmes’ #MOTH @eleanorholmes.bsky.social
Eggs etc. Ovum, Larva, Pupa, Imago know that I was born with my eggs already counted, poached, bailed, fried, scrambled, Mother Earth went POP! i rolled on down the fertile grass towards my resting place, all wy insides, reassembled, on the underside of a leaf. Appearance may provide some clues as to their lifestyle, current mental state, and ability to care for themselves. When we sat down in that small consulting room, I knew we had met before, but her appearance was altered, dramatically so.
"In #Moth, Eleanor Holmes' hypnotising hybrid of the medical and the magical, the author invites us to be curious, about bodies and personhood, about the constraint of expectations, about the clinical versus the vital, the unfamiliar. What transformation might occur when boundaries dissolve and we are no longer sure who is 'doctor', who is 'patient?''' --Tania Hershman, author of 'It's Time: A Chronomemoir' "I love this magical and unique collection. Eleanor Holmes is an exciting new voice in poetry and I am sure this pamphlet, a fascinating and powerful mix of moths and medicine, will establish her as a name to watch. She Juxtaposes snippets of doctor/patient conversations with beautiful lyric poems focusing on moths in a wholly original and bold
Eleanor Holmes’ #MOTH is now available for pre-order! @eleanorholmes.bsky.social
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Check if all my Bobby pins are there too 😂
Massive TY to both @taniahershman.bsky.social & @carolebromley.bsky.social for their fab endorsements and support from inception to completion of #MOTH, and to my bestie Rachel Ali, who will be hosting the on-line launch on Sunday 19th April, 19.30 GMT. Pre-orders: www.ethelzine.com/shop/moth-by...
Super excited to announce that #MOTH is now available to pre-order with @the-ethelzine.bsky.social … details of the on-line launch to follow! Save the date for Sunday 19th April, 19.30 GMT 🎉 🦋
Eggs etc. Ovum, Larva, Pupa, Imago know that I was born with my eggs already counted, poached, bailed, fried, scrambled, Mother Earth went POP! i rolled on down the fertile grass towards my resting place, all wy insides, reassembled, on the underside of a leaf. Appearance may provide some clues as to their lifestyle, current mental state, and ability to care for themselves. When we sat down in that small consulting room, I knew we had met before, but her appearance was altered, dramatically so.
"In #Moth, Eleanor Holmes' hypnotising hybrid of the medical and the magical, the author invites us to be curious, about bodies and personhood, about the constraint of expectations, about the clinical versus the vital, the unfamiliar. What transformation might occur when boundaries dissolve and we are no longer sure who is 'doctor', who is 'patient?''' --Tania Hershman, author of 'It's Time: A Chronomemoir' "I love this magical and unique collection. Eleanor Holmes is an exciting new voice in poetry and I am sure this pamphlet, a fascinating and powerful mix of moths and medicine, will establish her as a name to watch. She Juxtaposes snippets of doctor/patient conversations with beautiful lyric poems focusing on moths in a wholly original and bold
Eleanor Holmes’ #MOTH is now available for pre-order! @eleanorholmes.bsky.social
www.ethelzine.com/shop/moth-by...
"former Cleveland Mayor Anthony Celebrezze, asked levy, “You write poetry...do you sell it?” levy replied, "About 89 cents worth a day,”"
-Alex Benedict on d.a. levy. First of a three part series.
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newly posted at @periodicities.bsky.social : Lori Anderson Moseman : Unbecoming, by Suzette Bishop / @the-ethelzine.bsky.social ;
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They way sometimes try to igwore them. I push myself, find I'm kneeling on the kitchen floor, not able to stand, frost, and decorate sugar cookies for sugar plum fairy waitresses at our favorite restaurant. It was going to be a gesture of gratitude during the holidays. go numb during a walk, my spindle prick. My legs After a narying period of time, Phase 1 patients enter an acade emergency period. No one sees it. over ten years. for diagnosis, Patients may live for a considerable fine in crisis, ME/CFS patients often mait a long time her ragged hair streams from the revet couch to the floor. One doctor thinks it's anxiety about my exams, Another, depression. Recise little reognition and sapport. My husband, My Prince, looks doubtful rather than entranced, some people disappear on Faebook, reassemble around my posts if 1 or my students win something. I can't keep up with their posts. Hopefully maistain their daily fires, conflicting advice and sometimes disbelief frow bealth care professionals. Nothing shows up in labs, ultrasounds. He to describe their condition to abemselves or others, I say "tired", "fatigued", words at the top of the list for depression, but those words don't really describe it, signal the wrong path to take.
10:45 AM Blurbs for Unbecoming by Suzette Bishop: Suzette Bishop creates an astonishing tapestry in her long poem, Unbecoming, tracing the illness, ME/CFS, with threads that form a fabric of testimonials, symptoms, advice, scraps from the Sleeping Beauty tale, and magical thinking. Bishop's mélange of texts harrowingly enacts her journey consisting of disbelief and dismissal from others as well as the betrayal of her own body. "Sleeping Beauty finds webs around her like a cocoon," she notes, and with multiple voices she pulls us into her struggle along with the stubborn resistance from her soul and mind, enlightening us with her wisdom and expressiveness. —Molly Bendall, author of Turncoat and Watchful This chapbook was an arrow directly aimed at my heart, and it pierced it through. I cried and in the end we triumphed. The lines in this poem cut deep, but the scars left behind heal, and I only wish I could write so eloquently. Suzette Bishop is a fairy full of magic. —Cynthia Dougherty-Bernal, author of Looking into Infinity and Bleeding on the Page ethelzine.com
“Suzette Bishop creates an astonishing tapestry in her long poem, Unbecoming, tracing the illness, ME/CFS, with threads that form a fabric of testimonials, symptoms, advice, scraps…”
Suzette Bishop’s UNBECOMING will be released very soon, you can pre-order here: www.ethelzine.com/shop/unbecom...
I CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT! OMG!
SUBJECT: AS OF 8PM Erin, I have just returned home from a most restorative happy hour with the comrades. We engaged in a spirited round of karaoke, Erin. When I sang "Sweet Caroline," it was like I was singing with another voice, a voice borrowed from the depths of historical rage. It welled up inside me and I had to let it out, Erin. The applause I received was well worth the expenditure of leisure time. It's okay to give yourself a little break. It's okay. Yours in song, Nancy RE: AS OF 8PM my karaoke song is sean paul's "temperature" but you probably could've guessed that, nance. the first time i went to a karaoke bar i was fourteen and selected "bohemian rhapsody" i was too young to understand what karaoke was really for. nance, i didn't realize bohemian rhapsody was the song that never ends. during the ten or twenty minutes of instrumental time i began to glide across the stage tapping my feet and moving in a circular motion. it must have looked like some strange dance, but really i was feeling around for a trapdoor. in that moment i felt very betrayed by queen, a band i 17
newly loved, and betrayed by my elders who had not prepared me to choose better. someone must have taken pity on me because suddenly the song stopped and "suavamente" blared through the speakers like the antidote we all needed & my slate was wiped clean. yours, e
Received Erin Mizrahi’s TO WHAT END from the print shop and will be binding them over the next couple of days. Link to shop in bio. @erinmizrahi.bsky.social
Books available for pre-order in Ethel’s shop including Chris L. Butler’s MELODIES OF THE OPPRESSED, Suzette Bishop’s UNBECOMING, Frances Cannon’s BITTEN BY THE LANTERN FLY and being mailed soon: Erin Mizrahi’s TO WHAT END. @clbpoetry.bsky.social @frankyfrancescannon.com @erinmizrahi.bsky.social
Check out these dope titles from my pressmates and I at @the-ethelzine.bsky.social! Grab a subscription to the whole 2026 catalog if you can.
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Books available for pre-order in Ethel’s shop including Chris L. Butler’s MELODIES OF THE OPPRESSED, Suzette Bishop’s UNBECOMING, Frances Cannon’s BITTEN BY THE LANTERN FLY and being mailed soon: Erin Mizrahi’s TO WHAT END. @clbpoetry.bsky.social @frankyfrancescannon.com @erinmizrahi.bsky.social
Second #FollowFriday of #BlackHistoryMonth! This week we’re highlighting Black poets with books out right now! Check them out:
🖤 Nailah Mathews (@narthews.bsky.social) “better hands”
🤎 Chris L. Butler (@clbpoetry.bsky.social) “Melodies of the Oppressed”
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Ethel's dagger is a knife made out of flowers. She is cultivating an asp as she cultivates a Christ. Praying in the serpent's feld, she walks ltke a many-handed deer. With 1000 eyes, she is wolf-faced in the forest and wears small bells. ("Are there lights shining on these pages?" she asks. (She can't see past her many thousand eyes.)) If her language is incomprehensible, she rings the small bells and approaches as if in a headlight. In the orchard, she embroiders a flm which evokes a repulsive igure. "I'm as inconsolable as a relic," she says, then preforms a type of miracle where she digs a small hole and flls it with everyone's butter. Ethel renounces all sinister flowers.
Why am I always grieving inside of someone else’s fairytale?
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This is a gorgeous chapbook
Ethel's dagger is a knife made out of flowers. She is cultivating an asp as she cultivates a Christ. Praying in the serpent's feld, she walks ltke a many-handed deer. With 1000 eyes, she is wolf-faced in the forest and wears small bells. ("Are there lights shining on these pages?" she asks. (She can't see past her many thousand eyes.)) If her language is incomprehensible, she rings the small bells and approaches as if in a headlight. In the orchard, she embroiders a flm which evokes a repulsive igure. "I'm as inconsolable as a relic," she says, then preforms a type of miracle where she digs a small hole and flls it with everyone's butter. Ethel renounces all sinister flowers.
Why am I always grieving inside of someone else’s fairytale?
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Every issue of Ethel for Bard College’s Stevenson Library! Going to start working on Ethel 12 in the spring…
Morphology Our idea of a hot date is a Sunday excursion to the science museum on the river to see the "Exquisite Creatures" exhibit of pinned insects. You spot Nabokov's blues right away-tiny, cobalt butterflies the size of my fingernails. I'm more drawn to the bicephalous snake, with two sets of teeth grinning in opposite directions. I could stand here for days, listening to you describe the morphology of the giant roly-poly who lives on the ocean floor, the soft-shelled turtle with a little green beak, or the black-winged bat fish. I point to a bug which looks like a moth with a peanut on its head. You tell me in a hushed tone, "this is the lantern fly" You saw one during one of your research trips in Costa Rica, where the locals warned that if you're bitten by this nut-headed creature, you must have sex within a day or you will die.
Frances Cannon’s BITTEN BYBTHE LANTERN FLY is now available for pre-order! With cover art by Claire Sage Jorgensen. @francescannon.bsky.social
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Lovely books, inside and out!